Hi Guys
Every October a group of mates and myself take a week at the stags in the rut.
Doesn't matter if you are shooting or not they all still come for the banter.
Its a great week. Lots of crack and lots of rutting stags.
The worst bit it the pressure of the target. 5 or 6 lads giggling away trying to shoot a target at 100 yards.
usually with a 3 inch banger in the middle. Good laugh.
This year we had one lad with us who had never shot a deer.
He had a great stalk down a raging burn into a nice stag.
He got soaked but it was worth it.
it is stunning up there. Even on a bad day.
For my Stag we had a steep hitch up this face after finding a him.
we got to about 400 yards away. He was sat behind a rock. All i could see was his antlers.
i was up to my elbows is water.
The stalker asked me if i fancied a little fun.
bring it on!
The Stalker started roaring at the stag. Boom he was on his feet and looking straight at him.
He gave another roar. That was it the stag was on his way. He would roar then we would. Nice wee conversation.
It was amazing. He walk straight towards us.
He was getting close.
There was no shot until about 80 yards. He lifted his head to roar. Safe backstop, no other part of the body behind the target.
Cross hair under the chin, a crack of the 243 and the lights were out.
The best drag of my life straight down hill and it was wet.
Here is some other photos for you. Hope you enjoy.
Every October a group of mates and myself take a week at the stags in the rut.
Doesn't matter if you are shooting or not they all still come for the banter.
Its a great week. Lots of crack and lots of rutting stags.
The worst bit it the pressure of the target. 5 or 6 lads giggling away trying to shoot a target at 100 yards.
usually with a 3 inch banger in the middle. Good laugh.
This year we had one lad with us who had never shot a deer.
He had a great stalk down a raging burn into a nice stag.
He got soaked but it was worth it.
it is stunning up there. Even on a bad day.
For my Stag we had a steep hitch up this face after finding a him.
we got to about 400 yards away. He was sat behind a rock. All i could see was his antlers.
i was up to my elbows is water.
The stalker asked me if i fancied a little fun.
bring it on!
The Stalker started roaring at the stag. Boom he was on his feet and looking straight at him.
He gave another roar. That was it the stag was on his way. He would roar then we would. Nice wee conversation.
It was amazing. He walk straight towards us.
He was getting close.
There was no shot until about 80 yards. He lifted his head to roar. Safe backstop, no other part of the body behind the target.
Cross hair under the chin, a crack of the 243 and the lights were out.
The best drag of my life straight down hill and it was wet.
Here is some other photos for you. Hope you enjoy.
